Rubrics!

   The two people hadn't seen each other in a while.  The stage was set--lunch.

  That way, and that way, and that way, and that way, that's why--lunch.

  It wasn't a race because of time spent gaining experience and building that with learning into wisdom.

  Who'dah ever thought?  Laughter as the natural ice breaker.

  We do, I assured and set the drinks down.  And I wasn't the only one

  in the scar tissue.

  We'd had blowouts, breakdowns, crossfire, misunderstandings, condescencions and up your'ses, dumfounded, flabbergasted, bodily fluids, deaths, mysterious ailments, accusations, usings, bends and breaks, strikes, starvations, viscious arguments about appropriate and portions, quandries regarding harassment and love, reform and rehab and re-education and recycling.  We, WE THE PEOPLE, were ready to marry.

  But we were having language issues.

  Ah, but what is "money"?

  It was a procession of people with binders.

  I AM the milkshake machine, he meditated.

  I went home and read Robert Frost.  Hung my one certificate for most improved on the truck's dashboard.

  Next day and the next and the next work was like an episode of FAME with no sound.  The proof was in the pudding no matter what anybody called it.  Still, there was a relief in just working.